Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
I got a classic, magnetic mix tape fantastic
Turntable, gymnastic, circular, thin plastic
Spectacular action, The science of friction
Atraction, sink in the kitchen, addiction
Ridiculous, attention to detail, meticulous
The nucleous, the 2 of us, the nicest and the spookiest
Price isn't lucrative, who could have guessed it
Destined, to polish and demolish the next contestant
Consistent, constant, never non-stoppin it
Kissin a model, takin a piss in a bottle
Never missin a battle, permission is granted
Just listen, listen to this, listen to this
Loosen yourself up, toes in one, learn you lesson
Swallow this to burn your stress, and earn your blessin'
Make the sign of the cross, fade in the first place
Stereo system, the scenerio is worst case
Back to the birthplace, this is how it's meant to be
The signal was sent to me, as a seperate entity
Identity Cri-sis, born as a Pie-ces
Out on the high seas, Vaugley precisely
Ugly but loveable, partially invisable
The spitual and physical, the lyrical and mystical
Difficult, isn't it? The point, irrelevant
Clumsy and elegant, the mouse and the elephant

[Hook]
Cop shades, falcon versus eagle
Cop shades, weapons and sex toys
Cop shades, falcon versus eagle
Cop shades, weapons and sex toys

[Verse 2]
Roll with the hunted, the pundits, the self funded bozo's
In this corner is the 1200 hobo's
Make no bones about it till the ozone drops
It's po' mo' stops and robocops
Oh, so pretty she's, Oh so pretty
Tougher than tough, the beat suffers from obesity
At least have the deceny, to keep your distance peacefully
I ain't heard nothing that interests me recently
It's been a long time baby, maybe I'm wrong
Rappers lift weights but still can't rhyme strong
The line's drawn but I don't know who drew it
You don't like it I would like to see you do it
Give it a go, Under the lights
No looking back, held to the boss
Fill in the blanks, never look down
No second chance, nailed to the cross
Difficult isn't it? The point, it's obvious
Probably the difference between professionals and hobbyists

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Kill kill pussycat, faster and more often
Lay down in your coffin, get harder or soften
Sensation more often, I'm lost in Penn Station
I can resist anything except temptation
Trust me, it figures, my fingers are dusty
Frigging with some snakes, diggin for drum brakes
It take one to know one, I am rubber you are glue
Number 2, remember me, I'm workin under cover
For the love of the thunder, I wonder where I should wander
Slithering, slaughtering, hithering yonder
Water and wind, earth and fire independent
Why bother? Is it worth defending the First Amendment?
Sign of the times, choose a blind man to guide the blind
We all try to find a good excuse to hide behind
Difficult isn't it? The point? There is none
Forget what you know, cause that's true wisdom

[Hook]